Leo had been living a peaceful life when, suddenly, his tranquility was shattered by his haunting past. Someone he thought he'd escaped, someone he believed was behind him for good, was now chasing him once more. This time, no matter where Leo ran or hid, the person was relentless-coming for him.
.....
Leo's skin crawled under the touch, his breath shallow as he forced himself to speak. "Stop."
The figure's eyes flashed with something dark, something possessive. "Stop?" he repeated, his voice a low whisper, like a soft hum in Leo's ear. "You don't really want me to stop."
Leo's heart pounded, his vision blurring at the edges. "I'm not-" His voice broke, and he clenched his jaw, trying to pull himself together. "I'm not the same person you knew."
The figure's smile returned, colder now, more menacing. "Neither am I."
Before Leo could react, the figure's hand wrapped around his wrist, gripping tightly, pulling him closer. Leo gasped, his body stiffening as he was yanked forward, their faces now inches apart. He could feel the figure's breath on his skin, cold and unsettling, his eyes burning into him with an intensity that made Leo's stomach twist.
"What do you want from me?" Leo's voice wavered, his chest tightening as the reality of the situation settled in.
The figure's lips curled into a smirk, his grip tightening. "I want you to remember. I want you to feel what you've tried to forget."
Leo's mind raced, his thoughts scrambling for a way out. But before he could say anything, the figure's hand slid from his wrist to the back of his neck, pulling him in sharply. Their lips collided, a hard, forceful kiss that sent a shock through Leo's entire body.
Leo's breath hitched, his mind screaming in protest, but his body was frozen, trapped in the overwhelming force of the moment. The figure's grip tightened, his kiss rough, claiming, as if trying to erase every part of Leo that had moved on, every part that had healed.
I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone?
"STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore.
At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs.
"Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions.
"Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong."
He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!"
I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head.
"Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!"
I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't.
He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes.
"STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated.
Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go.
"Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands.
Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours."
His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face.
"You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me?
I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him.
Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out.
"Next time you're dead!"
... I'm only his...